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Chapter Thirty-Six Oppression Arising 

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Annabelle's POV

This particular morning was colder than usual.

I never get to meet him in bed and I am already used to it.

I stumbled forward as I jerked out of bed, almost hitting the ground.

Gosh! I overslept.

The time was 8:03

Anna must be waiting for me in the kitchen. We've seriously been inclined to her teaching me how to cook, for the past few weeks.

Not that I didn't learn how to cook from home. Here, they eat differently. The food, always rich and spicy.

Back home, because we lacked the financial capacity, our food was always basic, bare, and tasteless.

As I tried to rush out of the room, my vagina burned. I had roughly pressed my thighs together.

As I flipped my wrists, I realized they burned too. Red. Raw. I must’ve gripped the headboard too hard last night.

Last night, I thought I was going to faint…

I pushed the thought away. Whatever had happened between Antonioni and me was buried under the usual silence again.

By the time I’d woken up, he was gone. Like always.

But I
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